The New Normal


 I made a joke on Bluesky the other day that didn't go over very well. I said I wished I could be blissfully ignorant like a MAGA, just for a day or two. 

I need to be "normal" again. I need to go to bed and not stare at the ceiling until 3 (now 4) am. I need to go outside and enjoy the warmer weather. I want my biggest problem of the day to be no clean towels. 

I'm sick of my own cynicism and ugly thoughts I share with others. I squash positivity like it was some sort of propagandist act to distract me from obsessing over the inevitable demise of our democracy.

We can only say, "Keep your chin up!" so many times before we lay our heads down and weep.

So, for my one day of bliss, I will walk to the nearest bakery, buy the largest chocolate croissant, then sit by the lake and sketch the lighthouse. I'll toss peanuts to the squirrels while I read a mystery. For lunch I will head over to the Buzz, buy a chai tea and sandwich, as I listen to generation x-ers speak in tongues. I'll peruse the rows of wines and select a bottle for dinner. I will smell the flowers growing in the children's garden and pet a dog. For dinner I will make spaghetti, garlic bread and drink my Merlot as I watch Sandra Bullock pull leeches off Channing Tatum's hot bod. I will soak in a tub filled with lavender and floating rubber ducks as I listen to Madeleine Peyroux sing, Dance me to the end of love, until my fingers are wrinkled.

I will then slip into cool, clean sheets and fall asleep instantly and dream of dancing in the moonlight.

Blissfully ignorant.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Nothing wrong with that! Got to grab all the normalcy we can amidst all the ever-growing assholery. It's what separates us from those thems.

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